DEVIN'S POV
The smell of coffee permeated the air. After getting home, I needed to drink something hot so I brewed coffee.
I loathed having to leave Nigel but I had to if I didn't want to be charged with murder. He irked me and I sincerely wished I killed him. He hurt Emily and that was beyond painful. I hated seeing her cry, it made me feel this weird sensational pain like my chest was being squeezed.
"Emotions sucks" I muttered.
I took a sip of coffee from the cup and dropped it on a small table by my side. My house was not the exact luxurious house boys my age lived in but it was comfortable enough. I had about two faux fur couches, a small table, dining made for four, and a space I carved for exercises.
I didn't need a mansion before having my small personal gymnasium. My rent ex
